Racheal’s POVThe kiss was warm and brief and entirely disarming, which I suspected he knew, which I suspected was precisely why he had deployed it at this specific moment, this man who had learned the specific geography of my defences with the patient thoroughness of someone who found the learning genuinely interesting.Despite everything, despite the suitcase and the three days and the eight hundred Houston hotels I had been prepared to call in sequence, I felt something ease.The laugh came before I could prevent it, small and genuine, escaping through my attempt to maintain the serious face the situation warranted."Stop it," I said, but the authority had gone out of it.He was already moving, the hands at my waist shifting, guiding me away from the suitcase and toward the bed with the unhurried confidence of a man who had made a decision about the next hour and was implementing it with the full expectation of cooperation."How about", he said, his voice dropping into the register
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